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The whole family blocked the doorway and forced me to hand over the keys; after searching through the wardrobe, they only found an iron box My dad brought the property management staff and blocked my door, while my mom stood at the entrance. Three households downstairs had gathered, all just to force me to hand over the keys. I hid under the covers and didn’t dare come out, only sneaking out to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. After searching through the entire wardrobe, I only found a locked iron box. I had installed its three new locks the afternoon before yesterday, and I hadn’t kept a single key. My dad squatted by the door all night. At dawn, he said, “Go ahead and sleep, then.” My mom snatched the iron box away and rummaged through it. Inside were a few old notes, but not a cent. The downstairs neighbor also blocked the way, saying I had damaged her floor tiles by going out at night and demanding that I hand over the keys. The property management staff came to my door holding a photo of the iron box, saying it was evidence and asking me to open it for registration. I froze. I really hadn’t kept the key, so I couldn’t open it. I pulled out a stack of papers pressed under the very bottom of the box. When I opened them, they were all automatic debit records. Bitcoin. I hadn’t sold a single one. The three old notes were written to myself. I hadn’t kept the key, so the box couldn’t be opened—only I could get inside. My dad handed the box back and said, “Then you keep it yourself.” My mom put the iron box on the table and said, “Open one for your mother too.” The downstairs neighbor left wearing my slippers, saying, “I’ll repair the floor tiles myself.” I didn’t keep the key, the iron box couldn’t be opened, and the Bitcoin was pressed underneath everything. Take a moment to rest from watching the charts. I’m the only person in the entire building who hasn’t handed over the keys—follow me and help me hold the line. $BTC $ETH $SOL $BNB